In the end, you were like
trying to hold a salad in my hands.
Lettuce, tomato, cucumber,
snow peas green onion carrot shavings
sliding everywhere, and I knew
there was nutrition contained
in these precious vegetables,
but I couldn't get them
to my mouth in time.
Your oil and vinegar.
One slippery, making it easy
to let you fall to the floor.
One stinging sharp, lingering still
on raw, clutching fingers.
~January 20, 2009
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